Chapter 265: Orders are Orders
Bedwyr cleared his throat and gave a light knock against his leg. The hollow metal ring of his fake right hand rang out clearly and drew the eye. And Erec couldn’t help the confusion that he felt about his brother’s presence. Bedwyr belonged to the Order of the Crimson Lotus. Yet, oddly, he’d been called to Boldwick’s office too. Just like him and Colin.
Erec’s eyes lingered on the fake metal hand, and he gave a little snort. Not that this is the first time it’s happened. Bedwyr always had a way of losing his hands; across all their lives, it’d become something of a running joke around the Round Table. As for the other Knight summoned to this meeting…
Colin, who almost looked like he was about to barge into the office already.
“Two days of marriage, and here I am waiting for this meeting. If they had summoned us, they should’ve been prepared for our arrival. Even now, as I sit here, that woman is already redecorating our quarters. My quarters. The nerve. And worst of all? She’s still staying in the dorms during the weekdays—meaning I must put up with her touching my things, rearranging my room, and then she’s only there to deal with the repercussions twice a week. Let this be a lesson to you both: never get married. They touch all of your belongings, and nothing is private anymore," Colin complained.
“As long as you refrain from touching that door handle again, I'll take your advice into consideration," Bedwyr replied.
“If they didn’t want us to touch it, why have we been standing here for thirty minutes? With such a vague note, a man cannot help but urge them to deliver the news already.”
Erec glanced down at the missive in his hands; it was a quickly written note, informing him to appear at Boldwick’s office at sunrise. He reread it, looking to see if there was some kind of hidden message. Nothing. That made his stomach bubble with worry.
The only unifying factor between the three of them was their fight in the cavern. So it wasn’t a stretch to imagine it was around that; if Boldwick had questions about that source of power… how much could he reveal? Past lives told him that screaming about the Round Table was in poor form and often led to more trouble than it was worth. At least, until they’d earned enough power to proclaim their mantle.
And he glanced at his other fellow Knights; Colin, or rather, Kay, and Bedwyr—both of whom had yet to fully awaken and claim their seats at the table.